| Poem | Poet | Order by Most Viewed | Order by Most Commented | Created | Last Comment |
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 me and brumby billwe were up there in the mountains,me and brumby bill. we were cutting for a cocky, we had ourselves a sthil.. sthil a little buety it cuts through woo... | Unknown | 812 | 0 | Sep 2009 | |
 dreaming of what we never get..it was my dream to draw a picture about this subject in my child hood days.now i am not an artist to draw a picture. some times GYPSY HEART can do th... | sabeel | 859 | 14 | Sep 2009 | Oct 2009 sabeel |
 Punished..Iwas punished for my sincere love With a knife in my heart My heart bleeds so much I can't stop it. I was punished for my sincerity With m... | claudya | 515 | 2 | Aug 2009 | Aug 2009 claudya |
 Another MondayNot a morning person... | boyshchrm6 | 737 | 18 | Aug 2009 | Sep 2011 boyshchrm6 |
The Co-WorkerThere is a man at work who is a bit intriguing. Twenty years my junior, still, the attraction, I think, is mutual.... | Unknown | 355 | 0 | Aug 2009 | |
 it's now 3:03 (pt 2 of 12:01)Read 12:01 Cheers all. :)... | Bentlee | 701 | 4 | Jul 2009 | Oct 2009 Bentlee |
A Field Worker's SoilMost people (ignorant, so to speak) immediately assume that all hispanic immigrants are good for nothings, that they belong in the rice fields. Little... | Unknown | 779 | 3 | Jun 2009 | Jul 2021 realdeal890 |
untitledUnder a harsh electric glare we wear ourselves out, While the old lady sings of love, long lost. Undulating fervour takes us to three, In the morni... | Unknown | 344 | 1 | Jun 2009 | Nov 2009 QuietStormF |